Dire Wolf
This rude and stupid man, truly fans my ire
Puts his wants foremost, ignoring real concerns so dire
He picks at fiddle, plucks at strings
Laughs while vultures preen their wings
Clings to the sullied torch, spreads his hateful fire
Some few believe these flames are great, flames that burn so cold
Fueled by unfettered hate, history untold.
This could be fictional, or perhaps refers to a certain world leader? Good one.
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Must be fiction, it certainly doesn’t describe leadership.
Thank you.
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I wonder who that could be! Nice one.
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Thanks!
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Dear Dee,
I love where you went with this. Well versed. 😉 What? No leather and suede?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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This is what arrived, so I went with it. I will leave the sultans of suede to other imaginations.
Thank you for the visit.
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Certainly gave me the DTs.
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Ha! That’s just withdrawal; the DTs will go away. But it’s shaky times yet.
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A virus that I fear will never go away. (K)
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Time will tell.
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Hmm … well done … can, of course, be someone we know, and wish we hadn’t had to …
Oy vey.
No leader indeed, it would be, who breaks and maims and spreads bedlam.
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Indeed.
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Lots of underlying meanings here. Some understood. Some conjectured. Some a mystery. 🙂
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